The Sound of Silence: Racism in Nursing
“In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.” -Dr. Martin Luther King
One of the conundrums I face when writing stories from my nursing career is the question “whose story is it?” For instance, does observing an act of racism give the observer the right to tell the story of what happened to another person? Does telling the story with the intent of exposing the ugliness of racism make it okay?
It’s February, Black History Month. How can a white woman, a registered nurse, discuss race issues in a profession in which only 7.8% of the workforce is black without sounding ignorant, or worse, racist herself? Once or twice in the past I’ve made well-intended comments that revealed my own blind spots when talking about race. Fortunately, these were brought to my attention by friends who understood my good intentions, however misguided. I’m grateful for their support, and compassion. Like learning a new language, using the right words when talking about race requires commitment, practice, and a little bit of courage.
‘Here’s the chart. Answer the man’s questions.’
Years ago, I encountered a surgeon I’d never met before who repeatedly […]